Whilst walking quietly along to an internment (observing not doing) I was accosted by a delightful lady who wanted to know where the friary was – well, I told her, but of course she saw the collar – oh reverend, would you just… …half an hour of life story, of trials and tribulations, you would imagine she was the most wealthy – unlucky woman in the world … and so I was late and didn’t catch my lift. Arriving home the phone went – A lady was dying in hospital and the family wanted a priest, well I had to do. Strange how these things happen!
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